1948 was a signal year in the film noir cycle, which saw the move towards on-the-streets filming and a shifting focus on police operations, heralding the police procedurals that became dominant in the 1950s.
Jules Dassin’s The Naked City for Mark Hellinger carries the banner for this nascence of a cinema-verite style of filming. Dassin’s picture is set in New York and tells the story of a murder investigation by homicide cops with a gritty realism. But thematically, there is little to distinguish The Naked City as a film noir. It is the city of New York and its people that hold your attention, and the several bit-portrayals of people going about their lives are truly engaging. The final scene where a street-sweeper in profile scoops up yesterday’s papers from the gutter and moves on into the New York night gives an arresting hard-bitten closure.
In the same year Fox released Call Northside 777, a ‘newspaper’ noir set in Chicago directed by Henry Hathaway (The House on 92nd Street (1945), The Dark Corner (1946), Kiss of Death (1947), and Niagara (1953)). The film is an adaptation based on true events in Chicago during prohibition and recounts a newspaper reporter’s 1944 investigation into the conviction in 1932 of two young polish immigrants for the killing a policeman. A solid script by Jerome Cady and Jay Dratler, and the exceptional cinematography of DP Joseph MacDonald (Shock (1946), The Dark Corner (1946), The Street with No Name (1948), Panic in the Streets (1950), Niagara (1953), Pickup on South Street (1953), and House of Bamboo (1955)), mark this picture has having at least equal standing with The Naked City. The streets of Chicago are explored as never before.
A top-line male cast attracted an a-budget: James Stewart plays the reporter, Richard Conte is one of the convicted, and Lee J. Cobb is Stewart’s editor. Stewart is cast against type, and it doesn’t quite work. He is not hard-boiled. Rather he is too sober, happily married and middle-class, and while his reluctance to pursue the story of a ‘cop-killer’ marks out a certain prejudice, his persona jars. Conte has a relatively small role as the convict but is convincing, and Cobb is in his element.
But these guys are out-classed by the dames in this picture. They are all bit-players that shine in their characterizations. Helen Walker (Nightmare Alley (1947), Impact (1949), The Big Combo (1955)) is charming and intelligent as Stewart’s knowing wife. Betty Garde (Cry of the City (1948) and Caged (1950)) is convincing as an aging hard-bitten low-life whose hostile testimony convicted Conte. Kashia Orzazewski (Thieves’ Highway (1949), I Was a Communist for the FBI (1951), and Deadline – U.S.A. (1952)) as Conte’s mother is a revelation – she IS the guy’s mother– scrubbing floors and saving nickels & dimes for 11 years to save $5,000 to offer as a reward for whoever can get her son released. Joanne De Bergh (in the first of only two film apperances) as Conte’s ex-wife steals the scene where she is interviewed by a cynical and aggressive Stewart. Her unflinching integrity shines from her unwavering eyes – she has total control of the situation – in the living room of her home where she has built a new life for herself and Conte’s son.
The picture is compelling even though the pace is slow and melodrama is kept at bay. The dramatic development of the reporter from a reluctant investigator to an impassioned crusader for justice impels the first half, and the second half is carried forward by the need to get credible evidence before a deadline agreed with the authorities. Stewart at one point castigates the blindfolded statue of justice for having a two-edged sword: the enforcement edge is sharp, but the other edge that deals with over-turning injustice is blunt. There is a duality too in the portrayal of the newspaper business in the movie, where the pursuit of sensational headlines and circulation compromises the search for truth. Early in the film, after Conte has read Stewart’s early tabloid stories, one of which splashes a photo of his wife and son on the front page, he tells Stewart to drop the story:
I sent for you
to tell you that…
I don’t want you
to write anymore…
about me or my family.
I’ve read what you’ve written.
I’ve seen the pictures
of my mother…
my wife and my boy.
We’ve poured our hearts
out to you…
(Well, you wanted help, didn’t ya?
That’s the only way you can get people
interested in the case
Nobody’s gonna read a little two-line ad
like your mother ran in the paper.
A half a million people
have been followin’ this story.
Now somebody might know
the killers and get in touch with us.)
I don’t want that kind of help.
I’ll stay here a thousand years.
But you must not
about my wife
and my mother and my boy.
My mother is doing this for me,
not to sell your papers.
(Oh, now, wait a minute. Wiecek.)
I made my wife divorce me…
so my boy has a new name.
Now you put his picture in the paper,
spoiled everything for him.
(I don’t know.
I thought I was doin’ a good job.)
No! This is writing
Before, I thought maybe
some crook lawyer…
would try to get the dollars
from my mother.
But this, I never figured.
Yes, I say it.
I’ll stay here. I’ll stay here
a thousand years.
But never write anymore
about my family.
Leave them alone.
Leave alone my wife and my boy.
Like in The Naked City, the use of new technology in police operations is significant, but here it is used to gather evidence to quash a conviction. Conte undergoes a lie-detector test, and a good amount of screen-time is spent on a useful description of how the machine works. The evidence that exonerates Conte relies on blowing up a newspaper photo to reveal the date it was taken, and the transmission of the blow-up is over telephone lines using the then ‘wire photo system’. Also, unlike in The Naked City, the cops are portrayed as obstructionist and not above illegally withholding public records in an attempt to stymie Stewart’s efforts on behalf of a ‘cop-killer’.
Call Northside 777, like The Naked City, has noir elements but is thematically less concerned than traditional noir with the fate of the criminal protagonist. Conte is free at the end, but he has lost 11 years of his life, his former wife and his son are no longer his, and his future is uncertain. While there is a definite irony in the last words spoken in the film (apart from those of the narrator) when Conte says, “It’s a good world… outside. Yes it’s a good world outside.”, these words are spoken without irony – but not without a trace of regret.
8 thoughts on “Call Northside 777 (1948): “It’s a good world outside””
Another film never seen and will add to the list.
B/W film exudes more than color, and historically, to see what life looked like back then is always amazing. Much has changed in most locales and this is a good way to revisit those times.
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“The picture is compelling even though the pace is slow and melodrama is kept at bay.”
Absolutely Tony, though I’ll add that Hathaway apparently made a conscious decision to achieve realism at the expense of the pace, mirroring a real-life time frame. Likewise we have naturalistic performances here, and I quite agree that it’s the “dames” who dominate the film. Among Hathaway’s works, I’d rate KISS OD DEATH (released the year before) ahead of CALL NORTHSIDE 777, but I can easily see why others might feel otherwise. As you rightly note, crack cinematographer Joseph McDonald is again in splendid form, as he negotiates what is actually (if I remember right) the very first film ever shot on location in the Windy City. I will note that while Stewart was very good, he didn’t seem to exercise the “urgency” to exonerate Conte, and seemed annoyed by the case. It took Conte 25 more years to get the role that was his most famous as Barzini in THE GODFATHER, but as you note in this brief casting he was most fine. I didn’t personally care for the use of the narration (too solemn) in this film, but it doesn’t compromise the film’s status as a formidable noir entry, but rather is just a flaw. I personally would rate THE NAKED CITY narrowly ahead, but they are certainly comparable as you suggest.
Excellent use of Conte’s dialogue here, which is admittedly heart-felt, and terrific layout of caps. And yeah, freedom did come here at a prohibitive price – 11 years of his life and the loss of his family, and as you astutely note there is a trace of regreat in those ironic final words.
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A whole world in the top ‘street shot’. Wonderful.
Thanks Marcos. Yes, that shot is so 'real' in its emotional impact.
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Thanks Tony! 🙂
Call Northside 777 is a decent enough film. I like Jimmy Stewart a lot, and he is good in this, although he doesn’t have a ton of range beyond his laidback persona, and therefore the Noir quotient is greatly reduced just by him being in the starring role as opposed to if Bogey, Mitchum, Sterling Haydn, etc, had been the star instead.
Agreed on the female actors, Conte’s mom is amazing and gives a convincing, moving performance. Incredible that, if what I read on another blog is correct, they got her right off the street, a real Chicago Polish immigrant with no prior acting experience. And Betty Garble helps bolster the film’s hardboiled noir credentials with her gritty, feral performance.
The film was compelling enough, but I felt it lacked tension towards the end – the outcome never really felt in doubt to me.